Today I thought we’d try a little game that’s called Bout-Rimés (from French and means rhymed ends. The game itself is attributed to the French Poet Dulot, and though the poet himself is mostly forgotten the game has since attracted many famous poets.
In the English speaking world the Rosetti’s used this game in their literary salon, and especially Christina was very skilled in this.
Consider for instance the following sonnet made by Christina:
Methinks the ills of life I fain would shun;
But then I must shun life, which is a blank.
Even in my childhood oft my spirit sank,
Thinking of all that had still to be done.
Among my many friends there is not one
Like her with whom I sat upon the bank
Willow-o'ershadowed, from whose lips I drank
A love more pure than streams that sing and run.
But many times that joy has cost a sigh;
And many times I in my heart have sought
For the old comfort and not found it yet.
Surely in that calm day when I shall die
The painful thought will be a blessed thought
And I shall sorrow that I must forget.
So for today’s challenge I want you all to play with end-rhymes. I have chosen 14 rhymes that could give a Shakespearean sonnet, and for those of you who want to do go strictly with iambs, that’s OK, but experiments with meter is encouraged (though I might stick to pentameter myself)
Also use of homophones to replace the given ones, as well as composed words are allowed. I am kind enough to allow small modifications to slanted rhymes. But the order of the end-words can not be changed.
And this is in no way a competition...he he. No way...
So here are the words I have picked for you, there will be bonus point for anyone recognizing the poem I have used to for these words.
caught, him, got, dim, shade, goes, glade, flows, lies, stone, dies, tone, lawn, gone
I look forward to a lot of variations from you dear friends.